Corner Suite

歌詞

Yeah, uh, uh Read what the fuck goin' on Yeah, from this point on, nigga Call me 'Face Mob, yeah, back in the corner too with this shit I hopped in it full speed I'm going straight to the top We got liquor in rotation perky's breakin for thots Every glizzy got a switch they think it gang from the Chi You ain't spendin' at least a twenty I ain't wasting my time I hop in it full speed I'm going straight to the top I got liquor in rotation perky's breakin for thots Every glizzy got a switch they think gang from the Chi And I ain't spendin' at least a twenty I ain't wasting my time I sense when they envy talk I see hate in they eyes Man I hate when that bitch talk I like her better face down All that playin' ain't no talkin' let the draco make sounds Gotta keep it incognito movin' weight through they town Bendin' corners early, swervin', servin' My young niggas purgin' cautious man I know you heard me Sippin' dirty, feelin' like I'm birdie Mixed in with the perky's Stick em' while you workin' Get a job The shit you doin' ain't even worth it Goin' in like I got motherfuckin' curfew Money to my Aunty, to my nieces and my nephews Once you play it wrong I'm a dead you I left yo ass on read too Granny say why you always got red juice White paint, seats red too All my racks are blue All your raps is cap Got the dice, shook and threw a nack Phone beatin' Know who got the hook up like blue and black That's my old mini chain like they dick boy, don't you rap Attach them to my name and these lames, trying to hold me back I just left the country I went shopping spent like forty racks Soon as I touched back I did a show made that forty back Hit a nigga DM I'm a demon where yo shorty at Made that lil bitch cut his water off I'm drinkin' all of that Chill nigga, coupe chill too the roof be fallin' back Ballin' on them, they don't stand a chance with they sorry ass These niggas chasin' rich niggas like the bitches Bitch its tinted why don't you give me head in it you a vixen If I was broke I wouldn't crack a joke I would try to fix it (Get money) I'm tryin to figure out if this shit fact or this shit fiction Marbel on my Marbel on my kitchen LV on my white low's why would I come kick it Told her keep it clean, keep it scentless, keep it sticky I still rock Givenchy with the dogs this shit vintage Make it rain on a lame ass rapper kill his image Place an order for ten thousand fake beans since they gremlins Flip it, flip flip again That's my gymnast I can grant your wishes I'm like Timmie what you thinkin'? Phone won't stop ringin' Juice won't stop blingin' I ain't gonna tell ya no lies I either doneF or I seen it How to keep it low my engine screamin' Hoodrich like Keem Bought my bitch a beamer Know you see it All her diamonds fiji All my niggas made men fuck do ya'll be thinkin' You get money, oh really, they think I'm from Cleveland I'm out with the sharks and I'm Willie Beamon Cups pink, Killa Cam And I really mean it